Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.